Misery Loves Company

If they weren’t so arrogant and violent I would almost feel sorry for these people. Face it, their lives are miserable so they seek out other miserable souls for these pity parties, I mean protests. Imagine what it must be like to base your own self worth on how many people liked your Facebook post, or Instagram photo or whatever social media they favor this week.

How miserable it must be to believe that the world is coming to an end due to climate change: if we could just get people to stop using plastic straws!

How miserable it must be to have no idea how to function in the real world where everyone does NOT get a trophy: we need free college and universal income!!!

How miserable it must be to have no concept of diversity of thought or civil debate: we must ban hate speech!

How miserable it must be to think that all those millions of guns are just poised to sneak out and kill babies: if we could just shut down that damn NRA!

How miserable it must be not not even know what gender you are or what bathroom you’re supposed to use: don’t put your labels on me hater!

How miserable it must be to think that this shallow little life you lead is all there is; no belief in God, no moral compass, no faith, no hope, no future.

I almost, almost feel sorry for them.

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